Golden Poems - Poems about Golden

The Golden Toll His hand, a gift, they called it then, The goose, a feather of shining rust. A simple gift for a simple man, A tale of virtue, turned to dust. But from the goose, the gold would crawl, A living vine of burning chill. A slow and creeping, heavy pall, That climbed and clung and had its will. First, the girl, her...

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A young crow carries them- selves meticulously, screening their surroundings. Too wary to engage with others, but always so observant. A golden jewel shines in a parking lot corner. Tempting the young crow’s eyes. Their bill clutches on, fragile by nature, it breaks. Glass shards pierces their tongue, blood cascades on- to the concrete as the jewel dismantles. Remnants of...

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Early Sunrise golden dawn in view new orb splatters orange tints birds’ songs fill the air signs of divine grace from sky spread bright hues of hope on earth gilded orb ascends summer warmth spreads in the space nature starts anew ...

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Summer Sunrise Hiku 43 Golden morn in view Summer shine kisses the dew~ Nature starts anew. \ / ...

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noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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egg white pedals and mustard yellow eyes following the light of the sun where the lilies of the field tippytoe one by one to serve the will of God in the golden time of day ...

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On golden shores waves were crashing Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars. Waves were crashing on golden shores Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing I stilled my oars and stopped rowing. Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked. When daylight broke, I thought of you. As dawn peeked, morning...

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golden husks aglow, laughter pops beneath the sun, waves applaud the show....

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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"Open the gates of Heaven's beginning Where we end thoughts of awful sinning Where hope and love will be forever And think of troubles no more, never!" ...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics) Well, it's so long since I saw you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, you can't see it in my eyes. Now I want better correspondence, I am not so hard to find. And I promise you I'll make it worth your while. Will I meet you there in...

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I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars, Where memories melt into plays of light, dreams, and burning longings, On beaches where sand is a golden carpet, and the sea sings its eternal song, I can still feel the waves touching my feet, telling tales of unforgettable times. The salty air is...

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You came for me and I am still flourishing Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor How funny it is to be a golden alchemist cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing how funny...

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